looking
i like to think that life is growth
and learning all we do
and somewhere there’s a you for me
and somewhere me for you
and looking does not look for you
cuz looking looks for me
that when we chance to bump and smile
i’m who i need to be
but here i am and chance pray tell
then where the hell are you?
could it be that hope and faith
and fate are all a ruse?
i can’t believe what happens happens
and not a reason why
it can’t be true i bare to bear
and true i cry to cry
so i will trust as common fool
with not a sign to see
and plow my soul to bear the fruit
and hope you’re ‘waiting me
and hope that not as parallels
we course along the veins
that somewhere someone makes a turn
and broadside comes the reign!
